Book lies
Reams of thoughts
Filed and fine-tuned
Tailored to a tee
Cup o’ tea, dear ?

Music plays
Note the tempo
Someone’s timing
Tapping out the tears
You an’ me, dear.

Pictures hang
Drawn and quartered
Queer perspectives
Ponder torpid seas
Wait an’ see, dear.

Between the lines
An artist pores
Constructing chords
Just slightly out of key
What’ll be, dear.

Voices glide
Seeking ears
Down long-lost years
Another cup o’ tea, dear ?